The honesty on the face of the monk Huikong was gone, and he took a puff of a cigarette very socially, glanced at the big locust tree with fear, and said with a cigarette:

"Lao Bai is not a farmer, but a well-known know-it-all in our cultivation world, and he has many strange methods and unfathomable strength. There is information about the Cave Jedi, and there is absolutely no one in the country who knows more than him. ”

Monk Huikong took another puff of his cigarette and spit out very beautiful circles under his eyes, "And do you know why the Jedi is called a Jedi? It's that there are few survivors after entering, and we have already encountered the most difficult task, and if you don't ask a knowledgeable person for more advice, do you really want to die in it?"

Qin Hanjie became more and more excited, and smashed the big tree with the blood unique to young people, "For the prosperity and strength of the country, even if you sacrifice, what's the matter! I would rather die in it, but also let our country take the lead in understanding the aura, and let the people be free from the persecution of demons and evil cultivators!"

Monk Huikong casually threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, and patted Qin Hanjie on the shoulder, "You kid is good anywhere, but the tendon in your head is completely like a grass, no wonder you can't cultivate." After that, Monk Huikong left Qin Hanjie alone and still indignant, and walked towards the house by himself.

Qin Hanjie's eyes lit up with anger, and he turned his head to knock on the tree, but the voice of the monk Huikong suddenly came: "Boy, I advise you not to beat that tree demon, seeing that it is drooling when it sleeps, if it wakes it up for a while, eat you, don't blame me for not warning you in advance." ”

Qin Hanjie was startled, and hurriedly walked away from the towering locust tree, and most of his previous complicated patriotic feelings were also dissipated in fright.

What was talked about in the house was brushed aside, only to know that Bai Wen frowned, packed a small cloth bag, and went out with them in an off-road vehicle that day.

More than a month later, an off-road vehicle returned to Lotus Leaf Village, and Bai Wenfeng pushed the door and got out of the car. Qin Hanjie rolled down the window and asked, "Master Bai, are you sure you won't help us?" This is a good time to contribute to the country!"

Bai Wen smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Although I have already said what I should say, for the sake of acquaintance, I still want to advise you one last time, without the cultivation of the Divine Period, you will die and die when you enter that Jedi." That's all I advise you to give up early!"

With that, Bai Wen turned around and entered the courtyard. Qin Hanjie spat disdainfully in the back, rolled up the car window, and muttered: "Coward, we have even cleared the Lijiang River Demon, can't we even complete the exploration of a new place!"

This is the end of the story, the scroll is closed and flies back to the bookcase, Bai Ze frowned slightly, this story tells a lot of useful information.

Although he didn't know any of the people in the story, it was obvious that the country had already had an organization to deal with all kinds of aura things, and Grandpa should not have joined, but he must have known them, and he had close contact with them because of a certain "Jedi".

The other is the "Cave Sky" and "Jedi" inside. "Dongtian" Bai Ze understands that in the demon world he experienced just now, the monsters in it established a mountain city with a small cave, which can be regarded as a small world attached to the big world.

"Then will the 'Jedi' be similar to the Cave Heaven, is it an independent small world? The reason why it is called a Jedi is just that there are dangers inside?" Bai Ze muttered to himself, guessing.

This kind of unknown thing really seduces people's curiosity, Bai Ze suppressed the idea of understanding by consuming Huiguang, Huiguang cherishes it very much, and he needs it more.

Bai Ze put a bunch of items on the table on the table and discussed it with the mirror, but unfortunately the mirror turned out to be just an unborn instrument spirit after all, and most of the time it was muddy, and he knew very little about the use of the magic weapon.

The unknown thing in front of Bai Ze was two cloth bags, a crystal clear tail phalanx and a silk cloth with a painting. That piece of silk cloth must be the cultivation method of painting Xianzhai without accident, and the big cloth bag Bai Ze saw that the ghost would drill into it, it should be a magic weapon for storing ghost things, and the photoscope also verified this.

All that was left was the little finger bone and the small cloth bag, Bai Ze thought for a while, and decided to explore the silk cloth first.

I plan to cultivate all my spirits, and now I still have a method of refining qigong, although there are many drawbacks in the method of painting immortals, but I have demon cultivation and ghost cultivation exercises to supplement, and it should not affect my combat power too much.

Flipping through the book left by the fat boss for himself, Bai Ze remembered the mantra handprint that drew Xianzhai to open the spiritual painting, and consumed a little bit of wisdom to understand it a little.

Ten thousand volumes are inseparable, this handprint mantra is equivalent to an introduction, Bai Ze pinched the silk cloth in one hand, and put his hand on the portrait of Zheng Dagou, the originally agile Zheng Dagou visibly became dull with the naked eye, and finally it was the same as a normal painting of the characters.

In fact, the question Bai Ze wanted to ask was like endless water, but fortunately, the activation of the silk cloth did not involve the realm and the perception of the secret exercises of painting immortals, but the basic painting method changed a few formulas and mudras, and with the mantra mudra of Fang Cai, although it consumed far more wisdom than comprehending the basic method, Bai Ze finally got his wish.

Let the wine worm brew a little aura, Bai Ze held it in his mouth, and the spirit controlled the little aura in his mouth, Bai Ze pinched the magic trick, and the silk cloth in front of him finally reacted, fluttering and floating.

It's a pity that Bai Ze's technique is sparse, a handprint is wrong, and the silk cloth is immediately planted from the sky. The wine worm, who hadn't yet relieved his breath, suddenly felt a dark shadow covering his head, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

After several exercises, the wine worm was so tired that it was screaming from brewing and lying on the table with its belly turned over, and in its small black eyes and eager eyes, although it was still jerky, the silk cloth finally rose to the wind, revealing the world inside.

Bai Ze breathed a sigh of relief, the moment he started painting, he naturally knew that these auras could only last for an hour. Time did not wait for me, Bai Ze quickly walked into the silk cloth.

Although the silk cloth world is only the size of a courtyard, it is still much larger than the study room of Liaozhai picture books. Ignoring the spring scenery in the courtyard, Bai Ze hurriedly walked into the quaint wooden house in the courtyard.

The thin book on the bookcase is really a unique method of painting Xianzhai, Bai Ze flipped through it, and read it silently. It's a pity that Bai Ze's endorsement has not been good since he was a child, this booklet is densely packed and full of small characters and insights, and the know-how is important, and no step can be wrong.

More than half an hour passed, Bai Ze suddenly patted his head, there was not enough time in the silk cloth, wouldn't he take it out, he was not a disciple of Painting Xianzhai, and he didn't have to worry about their dogma.

Thinking of this, Bai Ze put the booklet into his arms, and hurriedly took the acupuncture point diagram off the wall. In the end, he simply carried the bookcase and carried the things that could be taken out together.

The mirror spoke in a milky voice, and it must make sense that the booklet was hidden in a silk cloth. Most good exercises contain true meaning, and true meaning is often much more important than words. In order to preserve the true meaning, these exercises are either special in the material or special in the preservation method.

This booklet is the special environment of demand, be careful to get it outside and distribute it sincerely, and turn it into waste paper.

The mirror said a few words, obviously resentful of Bai Ze's dislike of him just now. But after waiting for a while, the mirror was suddenly surprised why the booklet was unharmed in the chat, and there was no phenomenon of true intention being disseminated.

Looking at Bai Ze's expression of 'you are talking nonsense', the mirror held his breath in the mirror, turned over, and lay down on the table with the mirror face down.